CLOUDS - POEM

Curly clouds of snowy white,

Fleecy islands in the light,

Prettier than cotton-wool,

Come and be my bed to-night.

E'en a king would not disdain

Golden cloud for counterpane,

White ones for the sheets so cool,

Pillows like a silken skein !

Oh ! to sleep and dream, and wake

With the cloud's first morning shake,

Hear the broad Earth stir below,

Watch the shining daylight break !

Lying safe upon my cloud,

Feeling like a fairy proud,

Sailing softly I should go,

Singing like the larks aloud !